Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Same Everyday, artist - MussiliniDate of issue: 31.03.2003
Song language: English
Same Everyday |
| Man, same everyday, wake up, gotta get it |
| Trying to get it baby |
| It’s the same everyday, everyday is the same |
| Running up and down the block, chasing change |
| And off a million faces, there be a seven year case |
| So we gotta be careful, when we slang |
| It’s the same everyday, I gotta get up and get it |
| Trying to keep the lights on, and avoid getting evicted |
| Cause the landlord tripping, want me out of the house |
| Thinking it’s nothing but that hard, coming out of the house |
| And it is I can’t get a job, cause I’m an ex convict |
| All day I sell crack, not with but the bomb shit |
| My spot hotter, than a motherfucking stove |
| But if I can’t recognize, your face shop close |
| I got uppers, downers, whatever you need |
| I got them wholesales, for niggas that wanna be |
| And when the drought come in, Z-Ro gon go to the stash |
| I’m in and out of season hustling, addicted to cash |
| I don’t hustle for the fame, I don’t hustle for the shine |
| Cause that’s where a alot of motherfuckers, be doing time |
| Not me, I gotta stay free |
| Cause if I’m locked up, can’t nobody pay me |
| Gotta feel me mama, I ain’t trying to balla |
| I ain’t gotta follow, plus I’m on the hunt for the dolla |
| Going through the drama, daily |
| Cause you realize, that the street pays me |
| What lately you been giving in, to the sinning of your kid |
| In and in women friends, getting trained in your den |
| Yep since daddy left, and granddaddy left |
| I been left with the stress, of the shelf |
| At the age of sixteen, my judgment was afreered |
| And for my 18th birthday, they sent the blue wern |
| I mean the blue warrant, my past pride’s current |
| While my attitude’s a middle finger, they don’t know what I’ve endured |
| It’s hell riding candy no license, uninsured |
| Pulled over to the curb, where’s the weed and the syrup |
| But I’m staying on my note, yep perfecting is with time |
| Since I’m a boss hap, I use paper, pen in mine |
| We got rich white guys on heroine, snorting |
| We go to jail for stones, but they can leagallize abortion |
| Extortion, money laundering and inbroan |
| Who the hell gon do time for jobs, lost at World Com |
| This year America’s fucked up, D-Black and Jono got time |
| I’m grabbing a phone, it cost a dime |
| I’m bout to put this land in line, y’all don’t |
| Feel going, y’all feel bills and crime |
| So here’s my mind, plus a toilet for a dookie |
| Seven C sale, Mussilini best boochie |
| Ignorance is bliss, so you better call Calvin |
| Shit I can’t duck fly, for the whole damn album |
| My life is a near, and turbulence is here |
| Body full of wounds, I think them folks got the spill |
| The land of the lost, but I’m lost in this land |
| Trying to make a future out this corn in my hand, man |